She flies to follow him, careening from surface to surface, just another glint of light in the too bright world of this starship.
The power source here is jittering, a wild thing, setting up a resonance around her that makes her skin crawl. It's touched a man, singed both flesh and nerves.
It takes her but a fraction of a heartbeat to slip out, grasp the thing by the throat, and drag it back into the Gloom with her. It writhes in her grasp, a wounded animal.
She ignores it, watching him and the people around him, waiting for them to disconnect the beast at the source.
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Date: 2010-12-10 05:40 am (UTC)The power source here is jittering, a wild thing, setting up a resonance around her that makes her skin crawl. It's touched a man, singed both flesh and nerves.
It takes her but a fraction of a heartbeat to slip out, grasp the thing by the throat, and drag it back into the Gloom with her. It writhes in her grasp, a wounded animal.
She ignores it, watching him and the people around him, waiting for them to disconnect the beast at the source.